Sense of Sense

Extra Chapter 1

Figure Visualization

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Ashqar Baswara: Former doctor candidate who ended up being a breeder. Father of 3 children and friends fighting Rafa. Dear and understanding for the wife need not be doubted.

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Safira Mazarine: Mother of 3. Most parsimonious if the territory (read: kitchen) is colonized kerucil-kucil, but at least can not be angry for a long time too. Unfortunately for the children there are not two. Dear new son dear husband.

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Alviano Saputra: The firstborn. Judes was with Zain, but at least his sister was crying. Reliable type of child and sister.

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Zaini Yudishthira: The middle one who always thirsts for attention. His favorite number one monopolist. In addition to Safira, Zain most loves the same swimming pool.

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Harsha Widuri Baswara: The youngest who is the alarm Papah Ashqar if you start to want ‘iya-iya’ is the same mom (. ❛ ⁇ ❛.)

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Zain was most upset when his mom was busy in the kitchen for a long time, no matter what the woman of his love did. However, what irritated the boy even more was that he ran out of ideas to compose a lego, too lazy to imagine with his toy robot, or get tired of the show on television and there is nothing else he can do except to notice Harsha lying on her stomach and lying continuously on the furry carpet in the television room.

While Alvin was away with Om Rafa since morning. It was Sunday, but everyone was busy with their own business.

Zain glanced at Safira who was still in the kitchen and then chopped. His mother was busy and his father was too.

“Tadi should follow Om Fafa with Aunt Nini aja,” complained Zain.

“Aa!” harsha.

The tiny baby had enough trouble carrying his stocky body to stand up following the motion of the hand that had gripped the sofa cloth. The round bead of Harsha shining looked at Zain who was also looking at him boredly.

“What? Sister again males playing with Harsha.”

“Aa! Kaa!” Harsha gave up on standing and let gravity carry her buttocks landing on the fur carpet.

Zain shook his head as Harsha raised both hands into the air and pointed at him. “Nmobile. Harsha play alone,” reject Zain, roll over his back to his sister.

No one likes to be rejected even for a four-month-old like Harsha. The sparkle in his bead of eyes dimmed and the curvature of his lips slowly descended. “Aa! Aaaaa!” harsha shouted while hitting the sofa.

Zain turned his body and looked at his sister irritatedly. “Ih! Harsha noisy!” snapped it.

Instead of Harsha standing still after hearing Zain's loud voice, the baby screamed in excitement. Maybe Harsha felt responded by Zain.

“Mamah! Harsha disturb, here!” shoot Zain. His in-line bead was trying to spread. Unfortunately, instead of looking creepy, Zain actually received another laugh from Harsha. “Maaah!”

“Kakak can call more smooth?” said Safira, cleaning his flour-stained hands.

He immediately left work and approached Zain in the television room. He thought Zain would be fine without Alvin as he had been without Ashqar, but he wasn't.

Ashqar was on the farm half an hour ago. One feed truck came in without confirmation and did not fit the insistent schedule to bring down the goods. As a result, the workers were confused and asked their boss to come. While his first son has been kidnapped by his brother and sister-in-law.

“What's up, Brother Zain?” tanya Safira was in the television room.

Seeing Harsha trying to stand up made Sapphira feel anxious. He immediately sat down behind Harsha and helped his youngest daughter to stand up.

“Harshanya disrupt.”

Safira frowned. “Interrupt how?”

Zain quickly got up from lying down, folded his arms around his chest and frowned. Her lips have advanced a few inches.

“Zain wants to sleep so can't because Harsha hit the couch. ‘Kan, noisy.”

Safira stumbled into a smile looking at Zain's adorable behavior. He soon realized the reason for Zain's protest. While fixing Harsha's position on her lap, Safira rubbed Zain's head.

“Sister Zain bosen, yes?” guess Safira's on target. Then he brought Harsha to his feet and extended his daughter's right hand. Mimicking the voice of a young child, Safira said, “Kakak Zain, Harsha apologize, yes?”

Zain certainly did not immediately welcome Harsha's helping hand, but her sister's round eyes and Sapphira's gentle smile sent Zain crashing down.

“Ya, already. But Zain does not want to apologize if Harsha is that again,” he said, welcoming Harsha's hand.

“Ok. Because Brother Zain is better than Brother Harsha, so you want to give me your pudding.”

The atmosphere quickly turned cheerful as Safira carried Harsha and walked into the kitchen with Zain trailing behind.

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Nara Note :

So this is another story outside of the Taste Gorge story. Semacem extra chapter but in the middle of 😂

Btw, I googling and research from around aja for the growth and development of children 4 months. If there is a mistake please maap ⁇ and if you want info is welcome in the comment field 😘